Honeymoon Ashtray from NO DREAM by Jeff Rosenstock

Early afternoon at the souvenir shoppe, bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks and we ate pizza under the moonlight (or we ate french fries? under the moonlight.) “Why would any hotel have a bearskin rug? Why would they assume I’m cool with where it’s from?” I murmur to you soaking in the sky. Soon enough it can’t get any darker, we’ll toss and turn once it starts getting hotter.

You could give me an ultimatum with a loaded gun, I still can’t tell you what day of the week we’re on. Some days I blink and suddenly it’s night and I broke my promise - didn’t go outside. Dust collects the second that you wipe it off. Too late to vacuum but not too late to toss the roaches I discarded late at night that piled up in the ashtray over time.

It feels indicative of a disaster
A manifestation of ambitions shattered
And I’ll lean into it, keep getting sadder,
It doesn’t mean that it really matters.

It doesn’t mean that it really matters.
Yeah honestly, it doesn’t even matter.
Everything’s not just a fucking omen.

Under the blanket in our messy home let’s remind each other what we’re doing right ‘cause seek for cracks and surely we will find. Yeah, seek for cracks and surely ye will find don’t seek for cracks when everything is fine.

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